It’s rationalization to believe we do, or that we don’t.
There always are.
Many, not even close to explanations we give others. And there are a thousand rationalizations for that ‘massaging the truth’ many of us often do, but what explanations do we give ourselves?
Perhaps, not the ones we give – but the ones we deserve. Some are kind, some are harsh, but they fit and feel so much better when we see, feel and reveal the truth …
So often I think we are socialized to do ‘the expected’, doing what others expect of us – or, more perversely, things we expect other people to see and hear of us while we guard carefully and privately that we would rather be doing something else, with spend time with someone else, or be somewhere else. Or be alone with ourselves.
Sometimes we have to suck it up – doing things we don’t care for because there are compelling arguments about not hurting someone’s feelings or fear someone will get an impression of us that will somehow come back to bite us. Seriously?
We all do – knowing at the same time we are all pretty transparent. Others see us for who we are and how we are – no matter how we masquerade with pretend-antics, social politeness, political correctness and, for some people, bold faced falsehoods.
And, regarding those things which will come back to bite our backside – they’re coming anyway so be ready for the snap of the bite and the pains we deserve …
Back to ‘why we do this shxt’?
Why, exactly, do we do anything? Or everything.
Driving forces behind everything we do.
More powerful reasons, often – behind what we don’t do, what we avoid doing and what we fear doing. Given we are the smartest creatures to every roam the earth, it is odd that we still do this. Perhaps in another few hundred years we’ll get past it.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk with Gusta: 2C/36F, gentle breeze – clear and sun rising through horizon’s cloud curtain with colour bursting and blazing in tribute to morning’s arrival; Gusta’s scent sent squirrels and rabbits scurrying as we took ‘the very long route’ resulting in a cold wet runny nose. Gusta’s nose, on the other hand, was just normal …
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